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“That’s it, sugar girl,” he crooned. “You gonna come for me? Is that toy enough, Poppy? You gonna come on it?”
She wanted to. Oh God, she needed to.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice soft. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She forced her eyes open as he moved, then quickly flipped her to her stomach.
Firmly, he dragged her to her knees, gripped the base of the vibrator, and began to work it inside her. Once. Twice.
She nearly, almost dissolved.
“Jack,” she cried out in protest, lips parting to drag in oxygen when she found the thick, throbbing head of his cock at her lips.
Thickly veined, impossibly wide and imposing. It was much bigger than her vibrator, but unlike the toy it was hot, blood pounding just beneath the tight flesh and more than ready to take her.
And rather than pushing it away, her lips closed over the ruddy crest, her tongue tasting him, salt and male lust exploding against her taste buds and sending her searching for more.
The vibrator thrust inside her, hard and fast, then stilled again. She cried around the heavily veined shaft, sucking at it now, desperate for him. Growing increasingly wild and determined to have him.
His fingers tunneled into her hair, clenching on the strands, and the next second, she felt a heavy, heated tap to her ass.
She stilled. Felt the next heavy caress again, sharper this time, and sucked his cock deeper as she lifted for him. It came again on the opposite curve of her ass, then the vibrator was thrust hard inside her, the heavy buzzing indicating he’d turned the power up.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
His hand landed on her again, the heat it created flushing through her. Again.
She moaned around his cockhead. Suckling at it, licking over it as desperate cries filled the air around her.
“I’m going to fuck you, Poppy,” he promised her. “Do you hear me, baby? I’m going to slide right behind you and show you why that toy is a piss-poor substitute for what you really need.”
He thrust against her tongue, pulled the vibrator free of her, then pulled back, taking his cock from her mouth and moving behind her before she could get her bearings.
She felt him position himself behind her, angling her hips higher, then shifting closer.
Iron-hard and hot, the head of his cock began pushing inside her as he held her hips with one hand, the other delivering another heavy caress to her ass.
Her pussy clenched, spasmed as though to draw him deeper as he pulled back.
When he returned, he pressed farther inside her, the shaft separating the fisted tissue in ways it had never been taken before. The pinch became more a pleasure that bordered pain and drew her deeper into the chaos gathering inside her.
She pushed back, crying out as she took more of him, felt that borderline pain building, mixing with a burning pleasure that obliterated thought.
“That’s it, baby, work that sweet pussy on me. Fuck me back.” She thrust back, feeling his hand connect with her flesh again as he thrust inside her once more, harder. Deeper.
Her head went back, her fingers fisting in the blankets.
“More?” Insidious, tempting, his voice teased her, urged her to demand whatever she wanted.
“More,” she moaned, feeling perspiration along her hairline, between her breasts.
It was so hot, the ecstatic sensations striking so deep she wondered if she’d die from it.
He pulled away, and when he returned, she screamed. Her back arched, her pussy clenched and worked around the thick intruder, fighting to accommodate the girth. There was no chance to catch her breath this time.
His hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place, and he began moving. The drag and searing impalements had more of her moisture flowing, slickening her, but doing nothing to ease the pleasure-pain of her flesh stretching around him, clenching, shuddering.
Tension suddenly snapped through the muscles of her body, drawing her tight, a wail fighting to get breath as she felt a starburst inside her expanding, then exploding.
